traces: a poem

November 19, 2012 § Leave a comment

Here’s a poem I wrote the other day. Thought some of you might appreciate it.


Pencil, pen, sometimes in combination

Scrawled along the margin

Underline, asterisk; surely important

At least for now

Books, paper, clothes, on the floor

Like leaves in the fall


I have two weeks

I keep telling myself

I have four weeks

My voice echoes

I have one life


Sirens again

The dogs howl

Somehow sacramental

Charged through with ether


Sickness, temperature

Where I teach and where I live

Too often, in my heart


In the routine, the mess

This world shimmers


This fluidity dancing around me

It ends and begins; the wine and the bread; the new and the old, bursting forth.  


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